“Who were you talking to?” Gronius asked Zepar.
@BlackBeltGamer98
Song entered her lab. At the view of the hundreds of scrap metal parts of different sizes and functions, she couldn’t help to sigh. She transformed to her dragon mode and sat down in the remainings of Broadwing’s nest, slowly closing her optics.
Delta was still in the hangar. At this point she knew that Aridocara knew who she really was, but a collection of different reasons made her continue the masquarade.
@TheOnlyGuyWhoLikesMistika
Alterion continued pushing Redstocker’s wheelchair on the roads of the Little Iacon, listening to his stories. Eventho Redstocker was not showing this, he still had a grudge on the multiple times Alterion left him alone in the last few days.
Rays of blue light dance atop the console, and a photorealistic hologram depicting a miniature of the cruiser fades into view, perfectly replicating the ship’s damages. The hull of the miniature becomes transparent, allowing Zepar to view a recreation of the interior. Miniatures of himself and Gronius could be seen, as well as one of SideStep.
By sheer happenstance, SideStep wanders onto the bridge of the cruiser- a large, arrow-shaped chamber, in the center of which was presumably the captain’s chair, which was still occupied by the remains of said captain.
A round machine protrudes from the dais on which the chair was built- likely the navigation console. Other stations on the bridge were in disrepair.
SideStep looks cautiously around the room.
“Yikes.”
He searches for the iems on the list.
None of the items on the list could be found on the bridge.
SideStep turned and made his way out of the bridge, shuddering.
“This place gives me the willies.”
A metallic groaning sound can be heard as SideStep turns his back.
SideStep slowly turned around, flipping out his axe.
When SideStep turned, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The ancient corpses of the ill-fated Knights lay sprawled on the floor or slumped in their seats, and debris drifts past the round viewport, through which a shaft of blue starlight shines upon the chamber.
“Who’s there?” He called out.
There was no response. Behind SideStep, purple lights begin to silently appear on the body of a Knight.
SideStep grunted and turned towards the door.
Ooc: would he see the knight as he is facing the door?
As SideStep turns around, he is greeted by the sight of one of the rusted and battle-worn Knight corpses leaping at him, claws outstretched and emitting a horrific, energon-chilling shriek. Purple light fills its one remaining optic, and droplets of Dark Energon fly from its skull-like jaws and many, many wounds.
@meepinater
Zepar tells Gronius that he was talking to SideStep and that they had a few things to salvage from this place.
Vladin tells Blackbelt that next time he should reply to him
“Who’s SideStep?”
“The guy who has such delusions of grandeur that he claims to be a deity.” Zepar scoffed, obviously not very keen on that claim, maybe even annoyed.
“Who?” Gronius said, confused.
“SideStep,” Zepar said, “He walks around with a cane.”
He shudders a bit, “Let’s just find the stuff on this list, get the old fool and leave this place; it gives me the creeps.” He said.
If Zepar was still paying attention to the map, he might’ve seen the miniature SideStep getting jumped by what might have been a terrorcon.
Zepar facepalmed hard, “You have got to be kidding me.” He grumbled.
“Change of plan: save SideStep’s hide, get the supplies, get out, eliminate any Terrorcons we encounter and then send this ship plummeting into the star.” He grumbled.
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“Why do you hate the guy so much. In fact, why do you hate?” Gronius said, geniuenly confused and curious.
